Jiang Yi blinked her beautiful eyes: "Not dead?"
Before Jiang Shouzhong could answer, she suddenly slapped herself. The slap was heavy, and the crisp sound was extremely loud.
Jiang Shouzhong was startled: "Why are you hitting yourself?"
Jiang Yi's expression was still somewhat dazed: "It doesn't hurt... So it's a dream... Not real..."
Doesn't hurt?
Jiang Shouzhong was dumbfounded.
He instinctively pinched his own thigh, and sharp pain immediately surged like a tide, making him gasp "hsst".
After hesitating for a moment, he pinched the woman's thigh hard. This time, Jiang Yi finally screamed in pain, tears welled up in her eyes.
Seeing this, Jiang Shouzhong breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Now it's confirmed to be real, right?"
Jiang Yi looked at Jiang Shouzhong, her face still showing disbelief: "You really aren't dead?"
Jiang Shouzhong shook his head and patiently explained: